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Matrilineal Monday: Whites of Whitesville, New York

While transcribing a letter dated July 24, 1869, a couple of its sentences looped relentlessly through my head, like a snippet of a catchy tune. My great-great-grandfather complained to his brother, James :

My year’s expenses devoured my year’s salary (as principal of Rushford Academy), and left me as poor today as one year ago today. Serena does not dispose of much of her landed property, though, of course.

Just how much landed property did Serena have? De Beer’s 1869 Atlas of Allegany County, New York mapped residences, illustrating that the couple, or rather, Serena owned three properties – the Gothic house on Alfred University’s campus, a farm a few miles south in Independence, and a house on Main Street, catercorner to Rushford Academy. How did Serena come by these properties? On her teacher’s salary? Hardly likely, since Ira notes that his wages didn’t cover expenses. Mutter, mutter….. Far more likely that Serena received land and property from her parents, Samuel S. and Nancy Teater White, who had been successful farmers and business owners in Whitesville, Allegany County. But how had they managed that in one generation, on those rocky Appalachian hills, removed from any highways or railroads? And what attracted them to western New York in the first place?

In the space of five minutes I found myself in a web of my own, sticky design.

This is my brain on genealogy, just a web of ideas and places and people, stuck together in a mass of interconnected strands. Not til I imagine that I am a Super Fly, using this mess as a trampoline, can I make a bounding leap of faith and see the story hidden in its design.

The Whites of Whitesville came from the sea

Samuel’s father was born Oliver White, Junior, in 1759 to Oliver White and Mary Sherman in the town of Newport, Rhode Island, down by the sea. Oliver Jr. removed west to Hopkinton, Rhode Island, a small town carved from Westerly, by 1775 when he first enlisted in the colonies’ army. Oliver served off and on for the duration of the Revolution, and between one of his tours of duty, on March 1, 1781, Oliver made a fateful decision. He decided to marry a Seventh Day Baptist. Cynthia Burdick was the daughter of Hannah Hall and Robert (4) Burdick, who was the latest generation of Burdicks to provide leadership to the Westerly congregation. Like other Baptists, they believed that local congregations were autonomous from a church hierarchy and had the authority to make decisions locally; and that the Bible was the authoritative source of faith. But unlike other Baptists, the Burdick family held that the scriptures designated Saturday as the Sabbath. Sabbatarians worked on Sunday. The rhythm of their work and worship, then, fundamentally differed from those of the larger community – and economy – in which they found themselves. (Oliver Jr. became a member of the Hopkinton Seventh Day Baptist Church in 1786.)

As the atmosphere became more hostile to those not adhering to the conventional Christian sabbath, the sabbatarians began to migrate westward. They moved in clusters, establishing communities in which they were free to work six days and worship on Saturday. Oliver and Cynthia left Hopkinton, RI, with their children including Samuel, before 1810. They lived for a short while in the 7th Day Baptist community of Brookfield, Madison County, New York, before moving on to Alfred, another center of sabbatarians, before 1816. Here, young Samuel met and fell in love with a young school teacher and early organizer of Alfred’s Seventh Day Baptist Church, Nancy Teater.

They married in 1819 and moved to a new community south of Alfred, near the millson Cryders Creek. Within their first decade, Nancy and Samuel had established a farm, started a family, provided leadership for another Seventh Day Baptist congregation, and opened a hotel in the town which soon bore their name – Whitesville.

She was Very Bad yesterday…after promising she would never go to the attic if I was not there, guess where I found her after I came home from walking the neighbor’s dog? So how am I supposed to get a break?

One way is when she is at an appointment. Like today. 8-)

What Made My Day: a chickadee at the feeder–I put food in it just last night, and here is my reward already. Dare I hope for a cardinal? The geese call at dawn, “Arise! Arise!”

I love this post — the way you combined you’re initial quote with a beautiful and fitting picture grabbed me and forced me to read the entire thing. I also learned something about 7th Day Baptists I hadn’t heard before.

Thanks, Kathy! I struggled with this post for three weeks! When I snapped that spider web during a photography outing I just knew it represented this genealogy head of mine! The story I wanted to tell next spun out after I uploaded that shot. Curious how all the hobbies intertwine…..